When he had finished, his warriors would fain have severally undertaken
the enterprise, and they remonstrated against his exposing himself
to such peril; but he was not to be shaken from his purpose. On the
following morning, ere the break of day, his horse was led forth,
caparisoned, into the court of the convent, and Pelistes appeared in
complete armour. Assembling his cavaliers in the chapel, he prayed with
them for some time before the altar of the holy Virgin. Then rising, and
standing in the midst of them, “God knows, my companions,” said he,
“whether we have any longer a country; if not, better were we in our
graves. Loyal and true have ye been to me, and loyal have ye been to my
son, even to the hour of his death; and grieved am I that I have no other
means of proving my love for you, than by adventuring my worthless life
for your deliverance. All I ask of you before I go, is a solemn promise
to defend yourselves to the last like brave men and Christian cavaliers,
and never to renounce your faith, or throw yourselves on the mercy of the
renegado Magued, or the traitor Julian.” They all pledged their words,
and took a solemn oath to the same effect before the altar.
Pelistes then embraced them one by one, and gave them his benediction,
and as he did so his heart yearned over them, for he felt towards them,
not merely as a companion in arms and as a commander, but as a father;
and he took leave of them as if he had been going to his death. The
warriors, on their part, crowded round him in silence, kissing his hands
and the hem of his surcoat, and many of the sternest shed tears.
The grey of the dawning had just streaked the east, when Pelistes took
lance in hand, hung his shield about his neck, and, mounting his steed,
issued quietly forth from a postern of the convent. He paced slowly
through the vacant streets, and the tramp of his steed echoed afar in
that silent hour; but no one suspected a warrior, moving thus singly
and tranquilly in an armed city, to be an enemy. He arrived at the gate
just at the hour of opening; a foraging party was entering with cattle
and with beasts of burthen, and he passed unheeded through the throng.
As soon as he was out of sight of the soldiers who guarded the gate, he
quickened his pace, and at length, galloping at full speed, succeeded
in gaining the mountains. Here he paused, and alighted at a solitary
farm-house to breathe his panting steed; but had scarce put foot to
ground when he heard the distant sound of pursuit, and beheld a horseman
spurring up the mountain.
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